Full Name: Ryan Hounsome From (Hometown): Los Angeles, California Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Traits (Appearance): 6' 2", slight tan, 180 lbs., very strong and muscular, brown hair, ocean blue eyes, clean shaven, wears tactical Marine gear. Very handsome (they don't call him Handsome Hounsome for nothing!) and looks like he is in his 20s. Reason for coming on the plane: Tasked with guard duty to prevent possible attacks aboard the plane. Commands the plane's crew, making sure everyone can arrive at their destination safely. Brief History (Criminal record, past): Born March 23rd, 1975, Ryan joined the Marines when he was 18. Having an unnatural ability of succeeding in combat, both armed and unarmed, Ryan ranked quickly throughout the ranks. He became a Lieutenant General when he was only 40 years old, due to his impressive skills in combat, leadership, and survival skills. At one point, he was assigned to Spec Ops and went to Area 51. It's rumored that he knows about everything that is there, but no one has gotten information from him. Overall, he is world known for his generocity, never losing a battle, and results in violence only as a last resort if other lives are threatened. Anything else: Although Ryan has weapons, he is a soldier to the American people. He will not use his weapons unless absolutely necessary to keep order and peace.
DAY ONE
Ryan woke up to the sound of the ocean. He grimaced in pain. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw the bright sky above him. He got up slowly, the pain in his chest intensifying as he moved his muscles. He began to recall his last few memories. At one point, he was standing in the cockpit with the pilots, asking them if the storm was going to blow over. Ryan couldn't remember what the pilots said, but he remembered when the plane was struck by an object. Was it a lightning strike, or was it in fact an EMP shockwave that had turned off the plane's systems? He looked around and saw some passangers who looked confused. And near those passengers was the plane wreckage. Ryan checked himself to see if he had all of his on-hand equipment. His modifyed pistol and magazines, military watch, multitool and knife were all strapped to him. He started walking towards the passangers and the wreckage. He would have to get his other equipment and introduce himself. Ryan knew that if he was going to survive, he would have to get everyone to cooperate to make it out alive. He had survived off an island by himself during his government testing. This would be easier with the rest of the passangers helping. That is, if they would help.
DAY TWO
Ryan was close to the plane, examining the wreckage. "Ah, so this is what's left." He went into the cargo hold, looking for his stuff. "Sterling, no... Wumbo, no... Q-Tip Smith?" Ryan smiled at that name. "God no." After a little digging, he found his bag. "Here we go, Handsome Hounsome!" He climbed back out, his bag on his back. He looked over and saw some passangers, including a doctor. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. He looked into his bag, admiring all of his high-tech equipment and gadgets. He had his guns and other necessities, but he wouldn't need them right now. He needed his military grade megaphone, capable of being heard within a half mile radius. Turning the volume up, Ryan thought about how high he should set it. All the way would be good. He pressed in the button. "Is this on? Yeaaaah, Alright! Welcome to paradise! As I said on our trip to Rio, I am Lt. Gen. Ryan Hounsome. Many know me as the sexy-looking guy who was guarding your lives. That's right ladies, I saw you checking me out, and yes, I'm single. Basically, if you want to live and do less work for more resources, join me near the plane wreck on the beach. The first part of surviving is to work as a group. If everyone fails at that, everyone fails at life. All are welcome." Ryan laughed and put away his megaphone. Everyone on the island had to have heard that. He took out his axe and started chopping down a tree with ease, remembering his training from the past.
DAY THREE
Ryan was about to cut down the last tree when Grant Smith walked up to him. "I just want to help. How do I help?" Ryan looked over to the 17-year-old. "Alright, we got our first customer! Welcome! You can call me Ryan! As you can see, I am currently getting wood and leaves for our shelter. You seem pretty strong and smart. How would you like to find us some food? Anything will suffice, from land and sea creatures to different edible bugs and plants. Bugs would probably be a last resort. Hold on," he said as he went into the plane. Ryan came back holding a sharp metal pole. "Here, this will be your weapon. Be back by sundown, and I'll have our shelter done, the fire ready, and possibly some fresh water." After Grant left, Willow Rayne Wumbo walked up and tugged his pants. "Excuse me, sir." Ryan looked down at her, confused and shocked. "Where is your mother?"
"I don't know," she squeaked, "but I am Willow Wayne Wumbo."
He gave her an odd look, "Your bag says Willow Rayne Wumbo, not Wayne."
She gave a frustrated little sigh. "That's what I said! Wayne!"
"You are clearly saying Wayne. But anyway. I am Lt. Gen. Ryan Hounsome. Call me Lt. Gen. Hounsome."
"That's too long. I'll call you Wyan."
"It's Ryan."
"Wyan."
"Ryan. Oh I give up. Anyways, I'll help you. I will use my megaphone and call your mom. She'll probably hear us and will come find you." Ryan asked that the mother of Willow Rayne Wumbo please return to the Customer Help Desk aka the plane. He gave Willow the megaphone so she could tell her mother that she was okay and he continued chopping down the last tree. He would have to build a shelter for Grant and him, keep the fire burning, find some water, and make sure Willow and her mother would be united at last. In the future, he'd have to find a way to contact for help.
DAY FOUR
Ryan looked at his watch. It was almost noon, and the guy hunting still wasn’t back. “I hope he doesn’t think I was demanding,” he thought. “He sort of just walked away. Reminds me of myself before I joined the Marines. And I hope Willow Rayne Wumbo’s mother gets here soon. I’d feel bad for the kid if she wasn’t alive. But for now, I guess I can help her.” He had just finished writing his speech and put it in his shirt pocket. Just then, another young man walked up to him, with old but sharp swords and flintlocks. “My name is Wrennyn Foster. How can I help?” he asked with his hand out for a handshake. Ryan smiled and shook his hand. “My name is Ryan Hounsome. I’m glad you could make it. You must have heard me and my megaphone.” Ryan paused and looked around at the people outside of their encampment, the people looking over at Ryan. “Anyways,” he continued while looking around, “thanks for coming along. People seem to be misinterpreting my encouraging words as self-proclaimed pride. Maybe you can tell the others that this isn’t the damn Hunger Games. This is real life. They don’t seem to realize that people, like you and my other friend, came to me to work together as a group to survive.” Wrennyn followed Ryan as he took him over to the fire, showing him their water, food, medical, and equipment supplies as well as the finished hut. “Did you see a young guy, possibly a high schooler, holding a metal pole and hunting?” Wrennyn shook his head no. Ryan turned on his megaphone. “The representative from California has the floor. Will the guy hunting with a pole please return to the shelter? Follow the sound of my voice. I hope you can see my flare.” Wrennyn looked over. “What flare?” Ryan smiled and got out his flare gun. “Happy Holidays everybodyyyy!” Ryan shot the flare gun into the sky above them. “I think Santa came early this year!” Ryan then turned to Wrennyn. “Welcome to paradise. Watch your back, I feel like we’re being watched by the other passengers with bad intentions. Maybe it’s because they want to know my Spec Ops history at Area 51. Anyways, if the guy who’s hunting doesn’t come back by sunset, I’m going to go out and search for him. Right now, there are a lot of people with injuries here, and I think we should help them by making them huts for shelter. Otherwise, they’ll be exposed. You can help me with that, or you can dig for water by the trees. I have some water purification tablets and straws for us if you get some. We should probably donate our medical supplies to the people too.” Ryan checked his rifle and his pistol, like he did every hour when he was in the Marines. He would have to keep a sharp lookout for suspicious activity.
Speech
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an Emperor, that's not my business. I would like to help everybody if possible. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich, and can provide for everyone. Greed has poisoned men's souls. It has barricaded the world with hate. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness. Without these qualities life would be violent, and all would be lost. Let us all unite! Don't give yourselves to brutes! Men who despise you and slave you, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel!
Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines, you are people! You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful! Let us use that power to make this life a wonderful adventure. Let us all unite!
DAY FIVE
Wrennyn Foster came up with a brilliant plan. Why not just take the useless and make it useful? Let's take apart the plane that's sitting there and make it into shelter. People would have decent sized makeshift huts and we wouldn't have to keep chopping down trees. So under Wrennyn's guidance, we were able to construct five seperate huts that could be used to house everyone. It was getting dark out when we were finished. I walked up to him, pleased with his idea and the huts that were built. If we never worked as a group, who knows what our shelters would look like? "You did pretty good today, Mr. Foster. You are a valuable member of our camp." I then proceeded to shake his hand. "I look forward to working with you much more in the future" I said with a smile. He smiled too. "As do I, Lieutenant" he replied. A couple minutes later I saw the guy with the pole. Not only did he have a whole deer, but he also came back with a woman. Ooh! I walked up to him, but he seemed preoccupied by the sight of the others. "Maybe I am too hard on my mom. Maybe I am lucky to have her." My insides ached after hearing that. I needed to try and distract him. I put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad you're back safe and sound. That is my number one priority, making sure we are all in normal condition. And it looks like you're doing magic tricks too!" I say as I look over to the girl standing next to him. I look back at him smiling. "Do you think you can do that trick again? Anyways, let me give you both a tour of our huts. Wrennyn Foster came up with the idea if you want to thank him. Then we can eat, drink, relax, and get to know each other more. I have a feeling we'll be here for a while. If a whole Malaysian plane carrying more than 200 people can't be traced, I don't think the U.S. Coast Guard will be able to find a downed 30 passanger plane in international waters for a long time."
DAY SIX
Grant looked like he was happy when I told him that I missed him. It was true, he was one of my new friends and I didn't want him to end up like the other injured passangers. He's only 17, too young and early in his life to be experiencing this kind of event. I would have to meet up with him and Jacki to help turn the deer into a meal that would last several days. After Grant left with Jacki to put the deer away, a big strong guy walked up to me, asking if he could join us. "Of course you can join! I don't know if you heard, but our group plans on helping each other survive and thrive until this is all over. What's your name?" He told me that his name is Tommy. I showed him around the area and we talked about muscles and ladies. I was about to tell him about a cute girl on the plane when all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice. "Hounsome!! Over here, mate!" It was Wrennyn, and he was holding a girl with her arms wrapped around his neck. I was laughing and yelled back "First Grant, now you?! Where are all of these hot girls coming from, and where's mine? I've been searching, but there's no one in the woods except for the E-Harmony guy!" That's when I noticed that Wrennyn and the girl were bleeding, and he fell underneath the weight of their tired bodies. He was crying out in pain, and it brought back memories of fighting with the Marines. Something clicked in my mind and I was prepared. "I need a doctor ASAP, I've got two people who need medical assistance! Get the girl, I've got Foster!" I ran over to him as fast as I could. "Wrennyn! What happened? You're bleeding!" I examined the wound and saw Dr. Black run up with her medical bag. "This is Dr. Beatrice Black. She's an expert in her field. Tell me what happened." He told us the story and we took him back to the medical hut. I wanted to ask him about the natives but decided that he needed his rest. "Oh, Wrennyn, no." I said to myself as I looked at him sleeping. I went over and looked at Alice, who was also sleeping. I noticed that she had a Union Jack pin on her shirt. It reminded me of my mother's side of the family, all from Southampton. I would have to ask her about that later. I thanked Dr. Black for all that she does for everyone and I gave her some of my medical supplies to further aid the others. I went back to the fire and began preparing the deer for our camp to eat. Grant and Jacki were sitting together by the fire and Tommy was laying down and looked like he was deep in thought. Tomorrow, I'd check up on Wrennyn and Alice, get some more drinkable water, and try looking for ways to try communicating to the outside world.
DAY SEVEN
I checked up on Wrennyn and Alice. They were doing fine. Some survivors and I found some fresh water and brought some back to the group. I was about to get some food when in the distance I saw something flying in the distance, and it was getting closer. I got out my binoculars and zoomed in. It was a helicopter. We were finally going to be saved! Later, the helicopter was hovering over the island. It waited for around five minutes, dropped a black crate, and it flew away. "You mean to tell me a helicopter hovers above the island, analyzes the crash, and it just drops a package and leaves?!" All of a suddenly, the helicopter lost control and went crashing into the ocean. "What just happened? What in the hell just happened?" I was about to swim to the crash site, but realized that it was probably already under at least 40 feet of water. I went over to the crate and unlocked it. There was plenty of food and water and supplies in there. But that wasn't all. There was a briefcase inside. I looked inside and read the single sheet of paper. "No, no this can't be true." I threw it into the fire and went over to Wrennyn. "I need to talk to you right now." But as I said that I looked over and saw Willow Rayne Wumbo and a young woman. "Willow, where were you?" "I fell down into a cave, but it's okay. Brooklyn helped me get out, and she gave me this crown!" she exclaimed.
"I'm glad you're okay. Please don't go off like that anymore," I said and I turned to the girl. "Thank you for bringing her back. The name's Ryan Hounsome. I'm the leader of this camp. And you are?"
"Brooklyn White," she replied.
"Well Brooklyn, glad you could join us. We need all the help we can get if we want to survive out here. We'll be here for a while. I'll meet up with you later." I turned around and looked at Wrennyn. "You need to come with me now. That paper from the crate just changed everything."
DAY EIGHT
"Ryan... you said you needed to talk about something?"
"Ah yes... here Wrennyn... come with me.."
We walked off into a hut and closed the doorway with a part of the plane's wing. I had to put this smoothly... like my muscles.
"A helicopter... arrived at the island earlier... dropped off a box before leaving." How would I put this?
"Really? What did it drop?" he asked enthusiastically. He's way too happy.
"Food, water, medical supplies... and a suitcase... inside the suitcase was a paper. That single paper is the reason that no one has saved us yet." I looked outside around us. Not a single person within hearing range.
"A third world war." His eyes widened.
"You're shitting me right?" he asked. I couldn't say anything, or even look at him.
"No. There wasn't much detail on the paper, but we will not be leaving this island... anytime soon." Wrennyn put his head in his hands and thought.
"Well... I think it's best we make sure we live until that time.. I think we should clear this island. It may be the smaller of the two, but it has a lot of resources. The bigger island will not be as easy to take." I nodded and paused before replying.
"Alright then... sounds like a plan. We will talk later." I held out my hand and shook his as he got up to leave.
Everyone gathered around the campfire. "Good evening everyone. I'm Ryan. Just wanted to let you know that we may want to consider packing our things and moving to the bigger island. Face it, we're like a developing country. We need to seek out more food and water. So keep that in mind and give us feedback on what you want to do. We work as a community, we should vote as a community. By the way, our goodie bag from Santa arrived. Food and water and supplies. And that's it." Wrennyn walked up to me pretty fast when the others left the fire.
"Oh hey Wrennyn... You look upset. What's wrong?" I inquired.
"I am a tad bit pissy tonight, aren't I?... where in that talk of food and survival was the part about the outside world falling in on itself?" His tone increased like my abs.
"Hey listen. These people... are just starting to settle in... and as long as they think that everything is fine.. they will continue to function as if it really is." He grabbed my shoulder.
"I thought you were a bit more honest than that. I can see your justification, but these people need to be informed..."
"Cmon, Wren... If you introduce chaos to these people, they will turn to anarchy and figuratively eat each other, like these uncivilized cannibals."
We stared at each other in silence.. I could feel hostilities growing between us. He released his grip and stepped back. "I'll leave it be for now, Hounsome... only this once..." he said as he pointed to me like a caged animal.
"As you wish." I walked into a hut and drank some rum before I fell asleep.Tomorrow would be hunting season. It's wabbit season.
(A big thank you to the people who photoshopped my picture! I was not expecting that, but okay! P.S. Mr. Swindells, if you want, you can change my profile picture to one of the photoshops. You get my seal of approval!)
DAY NINE
Mmm, lion meat roasting on an open fire. While I waited, I made a lion headpiece that goes from my head to my knees. I... am... Hercules! "What is that loud sound coming from the beach?" I wondered. I started to creep up closer, until I heard "Oh Wrennyn!" in a Russian voice. "Oh hell no!" I said to myself. I stopped walking, spun around 180°, and walked in the other direction. "Have fun getting a Russian STD Wrennyn." I cut down a tree and decorated it with junk from the plane. Using the rest of the wood, I carved a surfboard the best that I could and stuck it into the sand close to where Grant was sleeping. "Well, there goes all of my adrenaline." And I passed out.
I woke up to my back being slammed against a tree trunk. I opened my eyes and saw a man wearing a suit, grabbing me by my shirt. "Where is she?" he asked with a Russian accent. "You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?" I asked, to which he grabbed me and threw me into the ground. "Where is Osipova?" he shouted. He took out a needle and tried sticking it in my neck. As he brought his arm down I rolled to my left and kicked him hard. He fell on the ground and I put my arm around his neck, dragging him through the forest until I got to the beach. He punched me in the stomach and tried to run. I took out my knife in my boot and threw it into his back. I ran up to him and turned him over. "It was you, wasn't it?! You shot down the plane!" The Russian man laughed. "Yes, I did. I aimed and I fired." "Why did you shoot down our plane? Why do you want Osipova? What happened to that helicopter? Tell me about World War 3!" "So many questions, so little time. Until it's all gone."
DAY TEN
As I was dragging the Russian man, I was thinking back to what Wrennyn was saying. "So, basically, we all crash and need help. So I try to help benefit everyone by saying we should work together. No one trusts me, which is understandable. Then lots of people join and everyone is able to get along and do less work for more resources. But now, Wrennyn goes against me because I don't want to bring chaos to the islanders, who already have enough to worry about, let alone WW3. And on top of that, he suggests everyone has a gun. Because, yeah, that makes sense. Blame me for the problems of everyone and give stangers guns. There are already too many mass shootings, and this is one of our leaders' plans? This reminds me of something, what was it? Oh yeah! The friggin' last World War, and who was the bad guy? Hitler. And why did so many Jews die? Because Hitler blamed his problems on them. Jesus does history repeat." The Russian man looked at me. "Dang bro, I can't believe all of this happened from my actions... But I just want Osipova! Once I have her, I will guarentee safe transport for every single one of your fellow survivors." I looked at him and studied his face. He was very serious. "She hangs out with Wrennyn Hitler Foster." We both grinned, but all of a suddenly I heard a disturbance. We looked around and I saw Brooklyn stab another Russian in a suit. "I hope that wasn't your brother." We ran up and she passed out. "Actually," he said "I have no idea who this is. There are just so many Russians who wear suits, like, he could've been a garbage man or a cook at McDonalds." He started dragging the corpse while I picked up Brooklyn and walked towards the crash site. I'd need to get medical help quick and plan with the Russian. Truly, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
DAY ELEVEN
There she was in my arms... Brooklyn White. So beautiful. The Russian and I finally made it back to camp. The Russian, who's name I found out was Oleg, went over to the plane luggage and looked around. I took Brooklyn into the hospital hut and layed her down. She woke up slowly. I got her a glass of water and some of my pain pills. "Here. You're gonna need these." I continued talking as she took the pills. "We saw you stab that guy back there, which I had to say was a bad-ass move, but anyway back to the point. Out there in the rest of the world, we got World War Three, and he's helping us."
"Isn't he the enemy?" she asked.
"Well, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Wrennyn and Natalia are the enemy."
"Wrennyn? And Natalia?"
"They're trying to take over this camp, so we need all the help we can get. What do you say? Wanna join Team Hounsome?"
She thought for a moment. "Alright, I'll join your team." "Thanks Brooklyn, I knew there were sane people on the island." I let her alone to get rest and I saw Oleg come out of the wreckage with guns. "So, um, Ryan, I was going to give these back to you, but then I realized that these are Foster's." Wrennyn forgot about his own illegal arms cargo. This was perfect. "Well, I mean, these are top military grade. We might as well hand them out to people who ask for them." Oleg brought out a suitcase. "This is Osipova's. She was my real target. Once she's out of the picture, we all go home to our families before World War Three really starts kicking off." He showed me all of the things in her baggage, which only confirmed my suspicions. We discussed plans and gathered resources needed by the people. I'd have to get as much information out of Oleg without brute force. And then I saw Grant Smith. I hadn't seen him in a while and he made me so glad. I walked up to him and showed him the surfboard I made for him earlier. And as we talked, I realized that he could easily take Wrennyn's place. Maybe Grant will be the one to lead us all. Wrennyn, on the other hand, was false hope. We all agreed on no leader and no chaos, and he does the opposite. Grant would show what it really means to keep to his word and keep his calm.
DAY TWELVE
Grant was amazing at surfing! It reminded me of when my Marine buddies and I would travel back to Los Angeles and go to the beach when we were dismissed from service for the holidays. Of course, that only lasted a couple of weeks until we had to go back. After Grant was done surfing, we started talking and laughing about various things. Later, I started to walk along the beach when I saw Brooklyn.
"Hey Brooklyn, I was thinking about ways to get more people to join our side."
"Okay, what do you have in mind?"
"We could go around and expose Wrennyn and Natalia for who they are and convince the other survivors we're the way to go, and maybe after that we could--"
Bang!
We ventured into the forest, and we found Natalia's body. Another one bites the dust. "Well, I guess one half of the problem is fixed." Brooklyn hit my shoulder. Then we saw a pirate approach us. "We mean no harm. My name is Ryan Hounsome. This is Brooklyn White. We heard the gunshot and came to see what happened." He told us that Natalia betrayed Wrennyn and he killed her in self-defense. "Maybe we can take him out too," I whispered, but Brooklyn didn't like that. She was starting to reply when Oleg grabbed me suddenly and took me away from the forest.
"Mr. Hounsome."
"You may take Miss Osipova to Putin after I have Foster."
"She's no good to me dead."
"She might still be of use to us. What about Grant and the others?"
"They must never leave these islands. We're taking over now."
I looked over to the forest and saw a group of Russians in suits who were holding guns.
"That was never a condition of our agreement!"
"Neither was Osipova's untimely death. Perhaps you think you're being treated unfairly?"
I knew it. Never trust a Russian.
"No."
"Good. It would be unfortunate if I had to leave some of my men here."
"This deal's getting worse all the time!"
"I'm in command now, Mr. Hounsome. My men will kill the pirates, retrieve Osipova's body, and the islanders will be put under arrest. We will then crush the United States with one swift stroke."
Wrennyn had betrayed me, but he didn't deserve to die. But I still despised him for abandoning everyone. These were my people, my friends, and these Russians want to attack my country I had protected for so long. Oleg's militia had all moved deep into the forest. I rolled my eyes, unholstered my .44 Magnum, and shot him six times. I looked around and everyone was looking at me with wide eyes and open mouths.
"Boring conversation anyway." I ran to the edge of the forest. "Wrennyn, you're gonna have company!" A dark, booming storm was starting. I couldn't wait to see Wrennyn. He had to be dealt with once and for all.
DAY THIRTEEN
Wrennyn was walking towards the camp when I went to give him a "hug" and tackled him. He quickly aimed his Desert Eagle at me, but I already had my .44 Magnum aimed at his head. I could have blown his brains out like Clint Eastwood would have done, but I wasn't here to kill.
"Nice to see you again, Wrennyn."
It was quiet, except for the thunder and the distant gunfire. "It's, uhh... nice to see you too Ryan."
He was shaking slightly. Good, I wanted him to fear me.
"You know... Ever since you decided to leave us and hang out with your new friends out here, a lot has changed."
He interrupted me. "Ryan, it's all a big misun-"
"I don't need to hear that now... Those pirates... Natalia... That blood is all on your hands, Wrennyn."
"If I had succeeded and brought the guns back to the camp, we wouldn't be in this mess! Those Russians would be gone... And would have helped everyone. Together!"
And then I thought about Oleg. Did I fire six shots or only five? I wonder if Wrennyn feels lucky.
"Ryan... If either of us pulls the trigger... The other will die too. That is pointless." Not if I shoot first.
"True, but there would be one less snake in this world," I said as I cocked back the hammer.
"Fair enough, Ryan. Just consider it." He threw a sword towards me and it stuck itself into some mud. I pulled it out like King Arthur's sword. Except, I'm a way more stronger, more handsome version of Arthur. King Hounsome of England, now that would be nice.
"Interesting," I said as I examined the blade. Swords are child's play for me. We dropped our guns, and then we both started running at each other.
(Read Wrennyn's story for the sword fight)
(I pretty much win and hold the sword at his neck)
"Gonna kill me, Ryan? I really didn't want it to come to this. I was going to return to the camp today. I would return with a small force of pirates and boxes of weapons and supplies..."
"We needed you.. And you just left out of the blue with Natalia."
"We were working to help the camp... With or without you. It just turns out I was wrong about you. You're a good man."
"Maybe... I was wrong too." I responded. Lightning flashed above us... We both saw the shadows coming around us.
"They are over here sir." a Russian accent stated. There were four of them.
"This is the one responsible for killing Natalia." It looked like this was going to be a 2v2 fight. "Oh my god! They killed Oleg! You bastards!"
(Read Wrennyn's for the details on that fight)
"C'mon Wrennyn, we have to get out of here!" I shouted and we ran into the forest. Once again, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Wrennyn and I were running through the forest, when all of a suddenly we were being shot at. We ducked behind a big rock and looked around. Wrennyn looked at me worryingly. "Ryan, do you have any, like, explosive weapons?" I casually looked down at the ground and picked up a grenade. "Well, there's this." "Great, use it!" I used my thumb to pull the pin, but I didn't throw it. "You know Wrennyn, I was thinking about what you said about how we'd both end up dying. Well, let's do it! Let's be martyrs!" His eyes were as big as coconuts. "RYAN!" I then threw it towards a hut, and less than a second later it exploded. Wrennyn grabbed me by my arms and looked into my eyes. "We're being shot at by pirates and Russians on a desert island with cannibals, and you're putting our lives at stake?!"
I laughed a crazy laugh.
"Stay here, I'm going to get some weapons."
"Stay here, are you mad?!"
"Pretty much. Hey, fun fact: Everyone that has been under my command have always made it out alive." I then started running back to the plane crash. "Great, just effing great!" he shouted at me. I eventually got to the wreckage and found my black care package inside. I opened it, grinned an evil grin, and closed it up. As I was walking back, I looked over to where Oleg's body was. There was nothing but sand there, not even a trace of blood. "Mr. Hounsome." I looked around, but there was no one around. No sound except for gunfire and the storm. I continued walking and I felt dizzy. "Mr. Hounsome, you completed my mission." No, this voice can't be real. Oleg was dead, I killed him. Six shots. He's gone, no longer a threat to me. I eventually got to where Wrennyn was, holding onto a pirate he knew and firing a couple of shots. I crouched down and looked at him. He looked at me with a very worried face. I opened the case and set up my gun. Then I took one of his gun's bullet shells and showed him. "This is a .223 round. It's the standard round for most U.S. military rifles." I picked up one of the pirate's bullet shells. "This is the .308, the standard round for the AK-47." I took off my "gold chains" around my neck and inserted them into my minigun. "This... is a .50 caliber round." I pulled back the lever and started going to town while listening to music and whistling, as if I was cutting the grass on a Saturday morning. I found it fitting to listen to the "50 Caliber Dubstep" song while Wrennyn and I fought. While that happened, I swore Oleg was behind me giving me orders. "Carry out my work, Ryan! What is it that you Marines say again? Oh right! Ooh-rah!" "Ooh-rah!" I shouted. Then the Queen song "Don't Stop Me Now" came on. That was my jam.
"I'm a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb, about to
Oh,oh,oh,oh, oh explode!"
I hit a gas tank and a medium sized explosion erupted. The remaining Russians and pirates began to run off and I ceased fire. "Cmon... We gotta hurry if we wanna outrun reinforcements. They won't be as easy to deal with." But when I was about to get back to the others, he grabbed me by my shirt collar. See, readers, this is why I go shirtless. I get yanked back like I'm a dog on a leash. "Woah woah woah...Ryan.. The Russians are smart you know... Not sure if they told you that back in the military. They are going to head there next.. And it won't be fun."
"Alright then, Foster... what do you suggest?" He crossed his arms and nodded towards the mountain. "The high ground." Great, so now Bear Grylls here wants us to freeze off our nipples and do some sniping action. But that would mean the other people I swore to protect would be vulnerable and could possibly die. He wants to leave our camp for a second time. Didn't we just talk about this? Didn't he listen to me prior to the sword fight? I don't wanna deal with this again. "Mr. Hounsome, take the syringe." I took it out of my pocket and readied it. Wrennyn looked so confused. "What is that? What are you doing!? Ryan!"
"Do it, Mr. Hounsome! Now!" I started crying. "Wrennyn, it's happening again. They said it wouldn't, but it is!" I then stuck the needle in my neck and pushed in the liquid. "Wake me up when September ends." I saw Oleg in my mind and passed out.
(From left to right) .223 round, .308 round, .50 round
DAY FIFTEEN
"Do you know what that was?"
"LDI?"
"Yes, and what does it stand for?'
"Liquid Data Injector."
"Good, that knowledge shows that it is working. My memories are yours. Now, find and follow the path."
Ryan heard Oleg's voice and opened his eyes. He looked around at his location, figuring out that he somehow got up the mountain. He looked around and sure enough he found a dirt path hidden by some shrubs. He continued walking and ended up next to a big rusty pipe that traveled upwards. As he climbed upwards he realized that it smelled very terrible and there were big patches of brown slush on the sides. "Don't think about that Ryan, keep going." Oleg said in his head. As soon as Ryan got to the top, he opened the "lid" and found himself in the men's restroom. He walked around a little and found the showers. After he showered himself and cleaned his clothes, he exited the restroom and walked quietly down the balcony. He looked down and saw several people sitting around a big, green table. They were laughing and passing money around, and some looked at a screen with video of the survivors. "I get it, it's colored to look like a casino table because they're gambling our lives." Oleg appeared next to him in his mind. "What do you plan on doing Hounsome?" Ryan looked over the railing and saw a man with grey hair and a grey suit, sitting in a fancy chair next to a bunch of controls. The man started to talk.
"The moment the show is over and we have a winner we will be able to start a new show. The next round of passengers will be stranded in a ghost town in a desert." He could hear that the man was French. "My plan is simple." Ryan stated. He leaned back and rested his back on a wall, unaware that his back hit the intercom button. "Nobody knows that we're here. I shall drop down and aim at the leader. You will come from the side and back me up." The French man in his chair listened as the others listened and stopped moving. Ryan then jumped off the balcony, rolled, and aimed his pistol at the grey suited man. "Get 'em up you French ponce!" The French man slowly raised his hands and smiled.
"Mr. Hounsome, what an unexpected surprise. We're gobsmacked."
"Surprises are my speciality, thank you Frenchie!"
"So I guess you know the true nature of what happens here and why your friends are dying off?"
The LDI was kicking in and Ryan was seeing many pieces of information and pictures flash into his memory.
"Well, it seems your time has ended on the island. Goodbye."
"Oleg!" Oleg appeared, and Ryan saw that Oleg was running up some stairs undetected.
"Yes, I'm afraid you killed him. So sorry."
"Not so fast, Frenchie. You may have taken me, but you'll never take the lives of the survivors. Not as long as there is breath in my body, or a bullet in my gun."
Ryan pulled the trigger, but the only object that came out was brown sludge.
The French guy sat there surprised. "Well, Mr. Hounsome, I'm going to miss you. Really, I am." He turned towards his guards and ordered them to take him away. Ryan ran as fast as he could up the staircase where he saw Oleg go and he got back onto the balcony. He ran up and hid behind a huge theater curtain. He needed to show physical evidence to the others, but what? "Shall we proceed with the crowning, sir?" Ryan looked down and saw a religious man holding an expensive and shiny crown. He looked around and held onto a rope while listening to the religious man.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost..." Ryan gripped tight to the rope and swung himself forward.
"I crown you..."
Ryan was directly above the French man and let go of the rope. He fell behind the French man, which pushed him out of the chair and Ryan into the chair.
"King."
The people and the guards stood there in awe. Ryan didn't even know what his plan was, but it somehow worked. He shifted his gaze up and saw the crown on his head. He looked at the French guy on the ground, who looked furious. Ryan looked at the controls and pressed a big red button labeled Island Microphone.
"My fellow islanders... I think I found a bigger and louder megaphone."
"GET HIM!" the French man shouted. Ryan started climbing the rope fast. The guards shot at him, breaking the glass behind the rope. He swung forward and back, then let go to smash through the window and escape. He rolled down for a while and landed on someone. Ryan looked around and saw Wrennyn on the ground, his eyes closed in disappointment. Ryan got up and helped him up. Wrennyn just kept his eyes closed and spoke slowly.
"Are you alright, sir?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I managed to land on something soft."
"That was me sir."
"Ah, good."
"Ryan, I don't have time to… ask questions" Wrennyn opened his eyes and saw the crown.
"You know, you buy a BK kids' meal, you get a crown."
"We have to get to the submarine and get out of here with the others."
"A submarine? Well, that won't be too hard to steer us to safety."
"But we need to plan first."
"Agreed, but make it quick. There's an evil French guy after me."
DAY SIXTEEN
I looked up at Wrennyn and he nodded. It was time for revenge for this stupid survival show. All we needed to do is get in, stop the show, and claim the submarine to get us all off of the island.
"Ready, Wrennyn?" I asked.
"Let's do this" he responded. I took his shoulder and stared at the cave.
This was it. The big moment of truth. But if he were to die, I couldn't let him without saying a few kind words beforehand.
"Wrennyn... before we do this... I want you to know that you really have helped the camp." He nodded and responded.
"Thank you, Ryan. You have been a good friend." I nodded. He walked forward and pushed the curtain aside, walking up to the door and he waited for my order. Wait, if there was a perfectly good door here, why did Oleg have me go up the sewage pipe? I heard him call out "Because I didn't think you'd do it. That was hilarious!" Anyways, it had been a long time since I had done a Spec Op mission like this. Aah, the nostalgia. And my abs.
"Now." I stated, raising my gun as Wrennyn kicked in the door. We rushed into the same room as the day before. He advanced to the door and pulled a facemask up over his mouth and nose. I put on my Joker bank robbery mask and continued walking in. There were a lot more guards than I remembered. Everyone was partying except for the French guy, who was trying to locate us. We went down the stairs and took our positions. "The King's back baby!” I shouted. That's when I killed the French man and the fighting began.
The scene was terrible. If these people weren't trying to kill me, I would have tried to have them survive on the island. "Ryan we have to get to the sub!" Wrennyn yelled. A security breach alarm was going off and the monitors showed a countdown.
"Here! I'll cover you! Run over and climb up!" I yelled, taking out the guards close to killing Foster. He ran and jumped onto the ladder, causing the sub to sway back and forth. Bullets ricocheted against the metal hull. "Stop putting holes in my ship!” I proclaimed and took out some more guards.
"Ryan! it's locked!!" I guess he was a Muggle, or else he would use the Alohomora spell. (R.I.P Alan Rickman aka Snape)
"Get up here and help me! I'll cover you." Can't rely on anyone these days. You gotta do everything yourself. I ran from my cover and climbed up to the hatch. T minus 30. I wasn't concerned about the time as much as I wondered what would happen at 0. Wrennyn fired wildly as I used my strength to pry open the hatch. He screamed in pain and fell down, holding his gut.
"Wrennyn!!" I shouted. The wound looked pretty bad. I tried helping him in my little experiences as a medic, but we were still being fired at. T minus 10 seconds. He used his remaining strength to cover me as I went Hulk mode and pried off the bolt. I shoved the bolt into my abs, crushing it into metal powder. The submarine was starting to sink into the water. I shoved him in first as smoothly as possible and then I got in, securing the hatch. The submarine shook violently and we sank into the sea. I steered the sub outwards as he grabbed his gut.
"I'll make it... we can get this fixed later... for now we need to worry about taking this submarine back." I wiped a tear from my eye and he wiped tears from his eyes.
"We did this for the others, Ryan... this was worth it. We're halfway there.." But that wasn't why I was crying. I was crying because I realized that there was a shipment of Doritos on the plane we could have all shared. He tore the sleeves off his shirt and made himself a bandage. (R.I.P Wrennyn's Dress Shirt)
He took off his ruined shirt and tossed it to the side.
“Welcome to the shirtless clan!” I announced and used my remaining Hulk adrenaline to rip off my shirt. It was nice seeing him smile in such a bad situation. But I got serious again. “You're right, Wrennyn... we're halfway there." I sat down and opened a drawer. Gold Beats by Dr. Avian, the best rapper to ever live. Aww yeah! I took off my mask and studied it. The mask did the crime, not me. Oleg did the crime, not me. Wrennyn did the crime, not me. I put on my crown and steered us around the island.
DAY SEVENTEEN
"We surrender." The man stated as we stormed the sub's control room. "Yeah, no shit." I said as I pulled workers out of their chairs and onto the floor.
"You two... bring up the names of the other survivors on the island. Then I want the locations and bios of each of them." Foster was starting to give orders. "Ok, everyone sit on your hands." I said. The two men started to work while the others looked at me. "Hey, any of you guys know if you have a pool table on this sub? You guys do? Okay, we're definitely all playing later!"
Everyone in the room was listening to the bios as they went off. First was Sanders. I gave the air a pelvic thrust, signalling that Wrennyn should go out with her.
Brooklyn White... Well, I haven't seen her in a while. Ember Simmons was a woman somewhere on the island, turned out to be a criminal. Grant Smith! He was still alive after all of these days, thank God!
"Lt. General Ryan Hounsome- A 41 year old Marines Lieutenant General, also head-to-head pornstar rival with Ron Jeremy. Currently on our submarine."
Wrennyn looked over at me slowly. I didn't know what to say. "So if your butt is round, and you want a triple X throw down, call 1-900 MIX ALOT and shake them nasty thoughts, baby got back. Little in the middle but she got much back, little in the middle but she got much back,..." Everyone in the room started laughing. Then Foster's name appeared.
"Oh... shit okay you can stop now.. we don't need t-"
"Wrennyn Grant Foster- A 22 year old arms dealer that has several warrants out for his arrest. Currently on our submarine."
The room went silent. I looked over at him. Weapons dealing at such a young age? I guess that's why he's so good with military-grade weapons. He smiled uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Gather the workers aboard this submarine and lock 'em up. This is a technology based sub so it looks like there aren't many people aboard." After searching the ship, I was finally able to find the cells and lock up the sailors. Then after wandering around the different rooms I got back to the control room.
"All taken care of. Tadaaa!!! We all live in a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine." Wrennyn laughed and walked towards the door.
"Rest up Hounsome... we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow we will reunite the living..."
I found the living quarters and fell asleep in one of the beds, the closest thing to a real bed in weeks. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=h9iI9wse6jc
Here's a picture of me in the Marines...
This was when I was stationed at Area 51 during my time with the Spec Ops. It was windy that day, hence the messed up hair.
Hounsome. Ryan Hounsome. Half-Brit Prince...
Remember that one time I got us food? Good times.
DAY EIGHTEEN
Crack! "Nice break, Wrennyn. Soon you'll be playing with the best players... that is, if you can beat me." I said as I applied the blue chalk to my pool cue. We both laughed and I stepped up for my turn. I was going after the stripes. "So, uh, Ryan... how long have you been part of the... industry." I was distracted. All I heard was him asking how long. "9 and 3/4 inches." I said as I played my turn. I scored a ball in the corner pocket and looked over, his mouth open. "Impressed with my skills?" "No, my mouth is open because I asked how long in the industry. Not... you know." "Oh..." I replied, trying not to laugh. "Well, I joined when I was 18. Same age I was when I joined the Marines." The monotone AI voice began to speak. "Mr. Smith and Ms. Sanders have passed on. Unknown cause of death." "Why don't you know the cause of death?" The voice got angry. "Because you blew up our fucking base!" It then played Jesse Pinkman's voice saying Bitch! No no no this can't be right. Grant didn't die, no way in hell. He was a strong, smart, 17-year-old. I went to the monitors and looked at the live video while Wrennyn went somewhere else. Grant was just laying there. I never got to tell him how he was like a son to me. I never got to say good-bye. Wrennyn walked in later and started looking through some files. He opened one, and it was a video of Osipova giving him a Russian STD. No, Wrennyn, when I said go hunt for crabs, I meant bring us food. The video was like watching a James Bond parody. I'd rate it 2/10, would gag again. Well, it was time to screw with him and get some laughs in. "Good job Wrennyn!" The look on his face was priceless. "Not cool Ryan!" he shouted as he turned off the screen. He's not getting away that easily. "What? It's perfectly natural. It's how the next generation is made." I said to him as I followed him to the server room. Now to mentally disturb him. "I actually see some true potential there, Wren... Maybe you should come by my loft a-" "NO! HELL! FUCKING! NO!" Looks like it worked. He burst open the door and smashed his hard drive along with Natalia's. He then walked out. "Squidward, that wasn't the peace treaty, that was a copy of the peace treaty." I said as I transferred every person's data to my remote office. The government and the people needed to know what happened here... and I could upload that video to social media.
Much later, Wrennyn had the crew pull the sub up to the island while I stood on the roof with my crown, admiring the island. I jumped down, pressed the megaphone's button, and spoke. "COME AND GET YOUR SALVATION!! A FREE TRIP OFF OF THIS ISLAND. NEXT STOP, DISNEYLAND!!" Using the angles of the cameras from before, I was able to locate the bodies of Adrianna and Grant. I gave them a proper burial next to the tree where they first met, facing them towards the sunset. On the tree I carved Adrianna's name. For Grant, well, I stuck the surfboard I made him into the sand and carved his name into that. I gave their graves a salute and walked away respectfully. As King of the Island, I decided to bestow knighthood to them.
DAY NINETEEN
"We can't wait here any longer captains." The worker replied.
"Fine... Bring up the walkway and start heading for the battleship." I ordered. I guess Brooklyn can stay by herself. She never liked us anyways, so why should we help her? I would have stuffed her into a torpedo chamber and fire her off towards the battleship if she boarded and started nagging. Saggy Naggy.
"Ryan there is no way we can take them from a distance. We have to find another way."
"We don't really have that choice right now. We can make due with what we have... I have come out victorious in fights much harder than this." Hasn't Wrennyn ever thought of just sailing casually without starting more unnecessary violence?
"Maybe we can use both of our tactics." He suggested. I stared at the battleship. Damn, I still forgot those Doritos. If Brooklyn gets her hands on those, there will be hell to pay.
"How do you suggest we do that?" I asked. He sat there like the famous thinking man statue.
"If we can manage to pull the sub close and attack in close quarters... We could probably take it, but the problem is that they would wipe out a lot of our guys without some sort of distraction. That is where you come in."
"I'm listening."
"Okay... So I'll stand on top of the boat and raise a white flag... False flag technique, dirty, but effective. Then when the two vessels are side by side you will fire all of the missiles aboard this sub and hit key points on the deck! This will give us the advantage we want. We'll open up the side doors and have all of our people board the ship, basically unloading on their forces. At that point it'll be a balanced fight."
"Damn... never saw you as the strategist type. Pretty clever plan."
"Thanks Ryan."
"You're welcome. Now continue your plan..." I started humming the Bromance song to myself as I listened.
"Oh! Yes!" He laughed and stood back up. "So then you and I will board while the firefight rages around us. I mean guns blaring, explosions around us. The goddamn haze of war. We sneak below deck and then split up. I'll head for the bridge of the battleship and you peruse around the bottom levels... Look for anything still holding their operation together and just... fuck it up. When we're done and the fight is over... Meet me back on the sub..."
Lucky for Wrennyn, I always go to the bottom levels. (Yes, that was a dirty joke.)
So we pulled up and launched everything we had and boarded. For such a large ship, there weren't a lot of people working below decks. "Probably all fearing the Wrath of Wrennyn." As I got to the lowest deck, I turned to go down a hallway when I noticed that there was a sleeping guard. I snuck up to him and took his keycard to open the secure door. The guy's name was Swindells. He looked cool so I didn't disturb him. Along both walls were cells, all empty except for one. There sat Oleg, wearing an orange jumpsuit with his arm around a woman.
"What are you doing here Oleg? Shouldn't you be, like, on a mission or something?"
"I am dead, my friend! I am happy with woman in cell. She tell me about island. Keep going, you'll find some surprises."
I continued walking and there it was. Beautiful women who were ready to party.
"Hello hello hello!"
"Hi Ryan!"
Oh my god, they know my name! We all had a group hug and they took selfies with me.
"Ryan, please come back to the States!"
"Oh believe me, I'll try as soon as I can."
That's when the party started Champagne was passed around, we started dancing, and we had a great time. So this is what a bachelor party is like. Why did Wrennyn want to destroy this ship again? After a couple of hours of hardcore partying it was time to go.
"Bye Ryan! Visit us soon!"
"Oh, we will! Both me and my muscles!"
They laughed as I left. I looked back to Oleg's cell, but it was empty. I smiled and continued down the hallway.
"Sorry Swindells," I said to myself, "I'm gonna need to borrow this keycard for a long time." I realized that he had awoken, but he was busy writing down music as he jammed out. (Only Mr. Swindells will know what I’m referencing) Then I got to the deck. There were dead people and flames and the deck had holes in it. And on top of the sub was Wrennyn laying on the roof. I jumped from the railing and landed close to him. He looked like a sunbather. “Rise and shine Wrennyn!” He opened one eye, looked at me and closed it. He then took a knife and slightly poked me in my abs. The knife bent at a 90° angle. For some reason the poke hurt my abs, and I grabbed them and shouted “My babies!” I would have to do some sit-ups to strengthen them.
If you haven’t already, read my comment over at Brooklyn’s page. And no, I’m not who you think I am… Play this while we vote Mr. S:
DAY TWENTY
This is my take on what happened.
"Goodbye Foster."
"Bye Hounsome."
And with the stab to his heart he let out an insane laugh and then fell silent. I started to walk to the hatch.
"This isn't over Ryan."
I turned around surprised, walked back, and stabbed him five times in semi-rapid succession. He fell back onto the roof.
Silence.
I started to walk back again.
"This is only the beginning."
"For fuck's sake, die already!" I cried and shot him in the head several times.
I accidently shot him in the neck and his head came off, still showing a happy face. Now THAT is what I call a Wilson.
Stage 1: Shock
"Why Wrennyn? Why would you betray me like that? I hunted him like it was Wrennyn Season!"
Stage 2: Denial
"It's okay, it's fine. He's in a better place, frolicking in a field and hula-hooping with Grant and the others!"
Stage 3: Anger
"If you didn't betray me, we could have made it! You, me, and Brooklyn could have gotten off the island together! But no, you just had to try and kill me!"
Stage 4: Bargaining
"God, please send Wrennyn and the others back. They didn't deserve to die! If you bring them back, I can take everyone back to Florida and we'll forget this all happened. Whaddya say?"
Stage 5: Guilt
"I could have told those pilots to turn around. But no, I trusted our lives with them. I knew they looked suspicious."
Stage 6: Depression
"There's no way to get out of this one. He's dead. And now it's just me and her."
Stage 7: Acceptance
"Well, it was great to know Wrennyn as a friend. I'll miss him and the others."
I looked at the island, now mostly deserted. There was a single person on the beach, just standing there.
"Go to her Ryan."
I looked back and saw Wrennyn's spirit floating there, smiling as usual.
"But how will we get off the island?"
"I called in a helicopter. It has enough fuel to take you away from this nightmare."
"Oh Wrennyn, why did you have to die?"
"I was overconfident."
"Because you forgot a little tiny detail... I'm Lieutenant General Ryan Hounsome! So, how's the afterlife?"
"There is a Heaven, and everyone is here. But I came back to guide you. Now go to her and help her get home."
That's when I realized that we would be leaving today. I went below deck and shaved my face. My beautiful face. That's when Wrennyn appeared again.
"Hey Ryan, do you want to be haunted?"
"No, not really. Why would I say yes?"
"So, you'd do something to repay for my death. Something like..." and he told me what I didn't want to hear.
I stood in the shadows, ashamed of what happened. After a couple of minutes I saw Brooklyn pass by.
"Hello Clarice."
She practically jumped out of her shoes.
"Oh, it's you. Where's the other half of the Dumb and Dumber duo?"
"Dead."
"So, the bromance comes to a conclusion. What'd you do, betray him?" she joked.
"He betrayed me!" I said angrily, slowly stepping towards her. "I had no choice, he was on the offensive and I was forced to act on my part!"
She was beginning to see me more easily.
"Ryan, what the hell happened to your face?"
"It's time we get off this island once and for all." I was getting closer to her. She pulled out her gun and aimed it at me.
"Why shouldn't I kill you now?"
"Think of it like this. You kill me now, I don't have to deal with what I've done and you end my suffering here on Earth. Don't kill me, keep your clean record, and as long as I live I regret my decisions and hate myself until I die off from old age."
"Seems legit. But why did you do that to your face?" She got up close and examined "them".
"Don't you see? I don't care about the nonexistent beauty. I don't care about my muscles. They don't mean anything to me anymore. But these remind me what I did and what I lost... Do you remember how we first met?"
"No, come to think of it, I don't know why I'm associated with you at all."
The helicopter came into view and flew very fast towards us. They got down to a hover over the sand and got out.
"Mr. Foster?"
"Yeah, sure, that's me."
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure." I signed it and got into the pilot's seat as she got into the copilot's seat.
"Willow Rayne Wumbo."
"What about her?"
"That's how we met. You escaped from the cave and found me while I searched for her mother.”
She sat there thinking as the helicopter rose, and then we were off. This was a strange helicopter, for there was no autopilot or safety features. I started to feel my face and looked at the setting sun. “You know, one day these will heal and turn into scars. But my conscience will never heal.
From (Hometown): Los Angeles, California
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Traits (Appearance): 6' 2", slight tan, 180 lbs., very strong and muscular, brown hair, ocean blue eyes, clean shaven, wears tactical Marine gear. Very handsome (they don't call him Handsome Hounsome for nothing!) and looks like he is in his 20s.
Reason for coming on the plane: Tasked with guard duty to prevent possible attacks aboard the plane. Commands the plane's crew, making sure everyone can arrive at their destination safely.
Brief History (Criminal record, past): Born March 23rd, 1975, Ryan joined the Marines when he was 18. Having an unnatural ability of succeeding in combat, both armed and unarmed, Ryan ranked quickly throughout the ranks. He became a Lieutenant General when he was only 40 years old, due to his impressive skills in combat, leadership, and survival skills. At one point, he was assigned to Spec Ops and went to Area 51. It's rumored that he knows about everything that is there, but no one has gotten information from him. Overall, he is world known for his generocity, never losing a battle, and results in violence only as a last resort if other lives are threatened.
Anything else: Although Ryan has weapons, he is a soldier to the American people. He will not use his weapons unless absolutely necessary to keep order and peace.
DAY ONE
Ryan woke up to the sound of the ocean. He grimaced in pain. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw the bright sky above him. He got up slowly, the pain in his chest intensifying as he moved his muscles. He began to recall his last few memories. At one point, he was standing in the cockpit with the pilots, asking them if the storm was going to blow over. Ryan couldn't remember what the pilots said, but he remembered when the plane was struck by an object. Was it a lightning strike, or was it in fact an EMP shockwave that had turned off the plane's systems? He looked around and saw some passangers who looked confused. And near those passengers was the plane wreckage. Ryan checked himself to see if he had all of his on-hand equipment. His modifyed pistol and magazines, military watch, multitool and knife were all strapped to him. He started walking towards the passangers and the wreckage. He would have to get his other equipment and introduce himself. Ryan knew that if he was going to survive, he would have to get everyone to cooperate to make it out alive. He had survived off an island by himself during his government testing. This would be easier with the rest of the passangers helping. That is, if they would help.DAY TWO
Ryan was close to the plane, examining the wreckage. "Ah, so this is what's left." He went into the cargo hold, looking for his stuff. "Sterling, no... Wumbo, no... Q-Tip Smith?" Ryan smiled at that name. "God no." After a little digging, he found his bag. "Here we go, Handsome Hounsome!" He climbed back out, his bag on his back. He looked over and saw some passangers, including a doctor. Everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. He looked into his bag, admiring all of his high-tech equipment and gadgets. He had his guns and other necessities, but he wouldn't need them right now. He needed his military grade megaphone, capable of being heard within a half mile radius. Turning the volume up, Ryan thought about how high he should set it. All the way would be good. He pressed in the button. "Is this on? Yeaaaah, Alright! Welcome to paradise! As I said on our trip to Rio, I am Lt. Gen. Ryan Hounsome. Many know me as the sexy-looking guy who was guarding your lives. That's right ladies, I saw you checking me out, and yes, I'm single. Basically, if you want to live and do less work for more resources, join me near the plane wreck on the beach. The first part of surviving is to work as a group. If everyone fails at that, everyone fails at life. All are welcome." Ryan laughed and put away his megaphone. Everyone on the island had to have heard that. He took out his axe and started chopping down a tree with ease, remembering his training from the past.DAY THREE
Ryan was about to cut down the last tree when Grant Smith walked up to him. "I just want to help. How do I help?" Ryan looked over to the 17-year-old. "Alright, we got our first customer! Welcome! You can call me Ryan! As you can see, I am currently getting wood and leaves for our shelter. You seem pretty strong and smart. How would you like to find us some food? Anything will suffice, from land and sea creatures to different edible bugs and plants. Bugs would probably be a last resort. Hold on," he said as he went into the plane. Ryan came back holding a sharp metal pole. "Here, this will be your weapon. Be back by sundown, and I'll have our shelter done, the fire ready, and possibly some fresh water." After Grant left, Willow Rayne Wumbo walked up and tugged his pants. "Excuse me, sir." Ryan looked down at her, confused and shocked. "Where is your mother?""I don't know," she squeaked, "but I am Willow Wayne Wumbo."
He gave her an odd look, "Your bag says Willow Rayne Wumbo, not Wayne."
She gave a frustrated little sigh. "That's what I said! Wayne!"
"You are clearly saying Wayne. But anyway. I am Lt. Gen. Ryan Hounsome. Call me Lt. Gen. Hounsome."
"That's too long. I'll call you Wyan."
"It's Ryan."
"Wyan."
"Ryan. Oh I give up. Anyways, I'll help you. I will use my megaphone and call your mom. She'll probably hear us and will come find you." Ryan asked that the mother of Willow Rayne Wumbo please return to the Customer Help Desk aka the plane. He gave Willow the megaphone so she could tell her mother that she was okay and he continued chopping down the last tree. He would have to build a shelter for Grant and him, keep the fire burning, find some water, and make sure Willow and her mother would be united at last. In the future, he'd have to find a way to contact for help.
DAY FOUR
Ryan looked at his watch. It was almost noon, and the guy hunting still wasn’t back. “I hope he doesn’t think I was demanding,” he thought. “He sort of just walked away. Reminds me of myself before I joined the Marines. And I hope Willow Rayne Wumbo’s mother gets here soon. I’d feel bad for the kid if she wasn’t alive. But for now, I guess I can help her.” He had just finished writing his speech and put it in his shirt pocket. Just then, another young man walked up to him, with old but sharp swords and flintlocks. “My name is Wrennyn Foster. How can I help?” he asked with his hand out for a handshake. Ryan smiled and shook his hand. “My name is Ryan Hounsome. I’m glad you could make it. You must have heard me and my megaphone.” Ryan paused and looked around at the people outside of their encampment, the people looking over at Ryan. “Anyways,” he continued while looking around, “thanks for coming along. People seem to be misinterpreting my encouraging words as self-proclaimed pride. Maybe you can tell the others that this isn’t the damn Hunger Games. This is real life. They don’t seem to realize that people, like you and my other friend, came to me to work together as a group to survive.” Wrennyn followed Ryan as he took him over to the fire, showing him their water, food, medical, and equipment supplies as well as the finished hut. “Did you see a young guy, possibly a high schooler, holding a metal pole and hunting?” Wrennyn shook his head no. Ryan turned on his megaphone. “The representative from California has the floor. Will the guy hunting with a pole please return to the shelter? Follow the sound of my voice. I hope you can see my flare.” Wrennyn looked over. “What flare?” Ryan smiled and got out his flare gun. “Happy Holidays everybodyyyy!” Ryan shot the flare gun into the sky above them. “I think Santa came early this year!” Ryan then turned to Wrennyn. “Welcome to paradise. Watch your back, I feel like we’re being watched by the other passengers with bad intentions. Maybe it’s because they want to know my Spec Ops history at Area 51. Anyways, if the guy who’s hunting doesn’t come back by sunset, I’m going to go out and search for him. Right now, there are a lot of people with injuries here, and I think we should help them by making them huts for shelter. Otherwise, they’ll be exposed. You can help me with that, or you can dig for water by the trees. I have some water purification tablets and straws for us if you get some. We should probably donate our medical supplies to the people too.” Ryan checked his rifle and his pistol, like he did every hour when he was in the Marines. He would have to keep a sharp lookout for suspicious activity.Speech
I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an Emperor, that's not my business. I would like to help everybody if possible. We all want to help one another, human beings are like that. In this world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is rich, and can provide for everyone. Greed has poisoned men's souls. It has barricaded the world with hate. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness. Without these qualities life would be violent, and all would be lost. Let us all unite! Don't give yourselves to brutes! Men who despise you and slave you, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel!
Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle! Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines, you are people! You the people have the power to make this life free and beautiful! Let us use that power to make this life a wonderful adventure. Let us all unite!
DAY FIVE
Wrennyn Foster came up with a brilliant plan. Why not just take the useless and make it useful? Let's take apart the plane that's sitting there and make it into shelter. People would have decent sized makeshift huts and we wouldn't have to keep chopping down trees. So under Wrennyn's guidance, we were able to construct five seperate huts that could be used to house everyone. It was getting dark out when we were finished. I walked up to him, pleased with his idea and the huts that were built. If we never worked as a group, who knows what our shelters would look like? "You did pretty good today, Mr. Foster. You are a valuable member of our camp." I then proceeded to shake his hand. "I look forward to working with you much more in the future" I said with a smile. He smiled too. "As do I, Lieutenant" he replied. A couple minutes later I saw the guy with the pole. Not only did he have a whole deer, but he also came back with a woman. Ooh! I walked up to him, but he seemed preoccupied by the sight of the others. "Maybe I am too hard on my mom. Maybe I am lucky to have her." My insides ached after hearing that. I needed to try and distract him. I put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad you're back safe and sound. That is my number one priority, making sure we are all in normal condition. And it looks like you're doing magic tricks too!" I say as I look over to the girl standing next to him. I look back at him smiling. "Do you think you can do that trick again? Anyways, let me give you both a tour of our huts. Wrennyn Foster came up with the idea if you want to thank him. Then we can eat, drink, relax, and get to know each other more. I have a feeling we'll be here for a while. If a whole Malaysian plane carrying more than 200 people can't be traced, I don't think the U.S. Coast Guard will be able to find a downed 30 passanger plane in international waters for a long time."DAY SIX
Grant looked like he was happy when I told him that I missed him. It was true, he was one of my new friends and I didn't want him to end up like the other injured passangers. He's only 17, too young and early in his life to be experiencing this kind of event. I would have to meet up with him and Jacki to help turn the deer into a meal that would last several days. After Grant left with Jacki to put the deer away, a big strong guy walked up to me, asking if he could join us. "Of course you can join! I don't know if you heard, but our group plans on helping each other survive and thrive until this is all over. What's your name?" He told me that his name is Tommy. I showed him around the area and we talked about muscles and ladies. I was about to tell him about a cute girl on the plane when all of a sudden I heard a familiar voice. "Hounsome!! Over here, mate!" It was Wrennyn, and he was holding a girl with her arms wrapped around his neck. I was laughing and yelled back "First Grant, now you?! Where are all of these hot girls coming from, and where's mine? I've been searching, but there's no one in the woods except for the E-Harmony guy!" That's when I noticed that Wrennyn and the girl were bleeding, and he fell underneath the weight of their tired bodies. He was crying out in pain, and it brought back memories of fighting with the Marines. Something clicked in my mind and I was prepared. "I need a doctor ASAP, I've got two people who need medical assistance! Get the girl, I've got Foster!" I ran over to him as fast as I could. "Wrennyn! What happened? You're bleeding!" I examined the wound and saw Dr. Black run up with her medical bag. "This is Dr. Beatrice Black. She's an expert in her field. Tell me what happened." He told us the story and we took him back to the medical hut. I wanted to ask him about the natives but decided that he needed his rest. "Oh, Wrennyn, no." I said to myself as I looked at him sleeping. I went over and looked at Alice, who was also sleeping. I noticed that she had a Union Jack pin on her shirt. It reminded me of my mother's side of the family, all from Southampton. I would have to ask her about that later. I thanked Dr. Black for all that she does for everyone and I gave her some of my medical supplies to further aid the others. I went back to the fire and began preparing the deer for our camp to eat. Grant and Jacki were sitting together by the fire and Tommy was laying down and looked like he was deep in thought. Tomorrow, I'd check up on Wrennyn and Alice, get some more drinkable water, and try looking for ways to try communicating to the outside world.DAY SEVEN
I checked up on Wrennyn and Alice. They were doing fine. Some survivors and I found some fresh water and brought some back to the group. I was about to get some food when in the distance I saw something flying in the distance, and it was getting closer. I got out my binoculars and zoomed in. It was a helicopter. We were finally going to be saved! Later, the helicopter was hovering over the island. It waited for around five minutes, dropped a black crate, and it flew away. "You mean to tell me a helicopter hovers above the island, analyzes the crash, and it just drops a package and leaves?!" All of a suddenly, the helicopter lost control and went crashing into the ocean. "What just happened? What in the hell just happened?" I was about to swim to the crash site, but realized that it was probably already under at least 40 feet of water. I went over to the crate and unlocked it. There was plenty of food and water and supplies in there. But that wasn't all. There was a briefcase inside. I looked inside and read the single sheet of paper. "No, no this can't be true." I threw it into the fire and went over to Wrennyn. "I need to talk to you right now." But as I said that I looked over and saw Willow Rayne Wumbo and a young woman. "Willow, where were you?" "I fell down into a cave, but it's okay. Brooklyn helped me get out, and she gave me this crown!" she exclaimed."I'm glad you're okay. Please don't go off like that anymore," I said and I turned to the girl. "Thank you for bringing her back. The name's Ryan Hounsome. I'm the leader of this camp. And you are?"
"Brooklyn White," she replied.
"Well Brooklyn, glad you could join us. We need all the help we can get if we want to survive out here. We'll be here for a while. I'll meet up with you later." I turned around and looked at Wrennyn. "You need to come with me now. That paper from the crate just changed everything."
DAY EIGHT
"Ryan... you said you needed to talk about something?""Ah yes... here Wrennyn... come with me.."
We walked off into a hut and closed the doorway with a part of the plane's wing. I had to put this smoothly... like my muscles.
"A helicopter... arrived at the island earlier... dropped off a box before leaving." How would I put this?
"Really? What did it drop?" he asked enthusiastically. He's way too happy.
"Food, water, medical supplies... and a suitcase... inside the suitcase was a paper. That single paper is the reason that no one has saved us yet." I looked outside around us. Not a single person within hearing range.
"A third world war." His eyes widened.
"You're shitting me right?" he asked. I couldn't say anything, or even look at him.
"No. There wasn't much detail on the paper, but we will not be leaving this island... anytime soon." Wrennyn put his head in his hands and thought.
"Well... I think it's best we make sure we live until that time.. I think we should clear this island. It may be the smaller of the two, but it has a lot of resources. The bigger island will not be as easy to take." I nodded and paused before replying.
"Alright then... sounds like a plan. We will talk later." I held out my hand and shook his as he got up to leave.
Everyone gathered around the campfire. "Good evening everyone. I'm Ryan. Just wanted to let you know that we may want to consider packing our things and moving to the bigger island. Face it, we're like a developing country. We need to seek out more food and water. So keep that in mind and give us feedback on what you want to do. We work as a community, we should vote as a community. By the way, our goodie bag from Santa arrived. Food and water and supplies. And that's it." Wrennyn walked up to me pretty fast when the others left the fire.
"Oh hey Wrennyn... You look upset. What's wrong?" I inquired.
"I am a tad bit pissy tonight, aren't I?... where in that talk of food and survival was the part about the outside world falling in on itself?" His tone increased like my abs.
"Hey listen. These people... are just starting to settle in... and as long as they think that everything is fine.. they will continue to function as if it really is." He grabbed my shoulder.
"I thought you were a bit more honest than that. I can see your justification, but these people need to be informed..."
"Cmon, Wren... If you introduce chaos to these people, they will turn to anarchy and figuratively eat each other, like these uncivilized cannibals."
We stared at each other in silence.. I could feel hostilities growing between us. He released his grip and stepped back. "I'll leave it be for now, Hounsome... only this once..." he said as he pointed to me like a caged animal.
"As you wish." I walked into a hut and drank some rum before I fell asleep.Tomorrow would be hunting season. It's wabbit season.
(A big thank you to the people who photoshopped my picture! I was not expecting that, but okay! P.S. Mr. Swindells, if you want, you can change my profile picture to one of the photoshops. You get my seal of approval!)
DAY NINE
Mmm, lion meat roasting on an open fire. While I waited, I made a lion headpiece that goes from my head to my knees. I... am... Hercules! "What is that loud sound coming from the beach?" I wondered. I started to creep up closer, until I heard "Oh Wrennyn!" in a Russian voice. "Oh hell no!" I said to myself. I stopped walking, spun around 180°, and walked in the other direction. "Have fun getting a Russian STD Wrennyn." I cut down a tree and decorated it with junk from the plane. Using the rest of the wood, I carved a surfboard the best that I could and stuck it into the sand close to where Grant was sleeping. "Well, there goes all of my adrenaline." And I passed out.I woke up to my back being slammed against a tree trunk. I opened my eyes and saw a man wearing a suit, grabbing me by my shirt. "Where is she?" he asked with a Russian accent. "You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?" I asked, to which he grabbed me and threw me into the ground. "Where is Osipova?" he shouted. He took out a needle and tried sticking it in my neck. As he brought his arm down I rolled to my left and kicked him hard. He fell on the ground and I put my arm around his neck, dragging him through the forest until I got to the beach. He punched me in the stomach and tried to run. I took out my knife in my boot and threw it into his back. I ran up to him and turned him over. "It was you, wasn't it?! You shot down the plane!" The Russian man laughed. "Yes, I did. I aimed and I fired." "Why did you shoot down our plane? Why do you want Osipova? What happened to that helicopter? Tell me about World War 3!" "So many questions, so little time. Until it's all gone."
DAY TEN
As I was dragging the Russian man, I was thinking back to what Wrennyn was saying. "So, basically, we all crash and need help. So I try to help benefit everyone by saying we should work together. No one trusts me, which is understandable. Then lots of people join and everyone is able to get along and do less work for more resources. But now, Wrennyn goes against me because I don't want to bring chaos to the islanders, who already have enough to worry about, let alone WW3. And on top of that, he suggests everyone has a gun. Because, yeah, that makes sense. Blame me for the problems of everyone and give stangers guns. There are already too many mass shootings, and this is one of our leaders' plans? This reminds me of something, what was it? Oh yeah! The friggin' last World War, and who was the bad guy? Hitler. And why did so many Jews die? Because Hitler blamed his problems on them. Jesus does history repeat." The Russian man looked at me. "Dang bro, I can't believe all of this happened from my actions... But I just want Osipova! Once I have her, I will guarentee safe transport for every single one of your fellow survivors." I looked at him and studied his face. He was very serious. "She hangs out with Wrennyn Hitler Foster." We both grinned, but all of a suddenly I heard a disturbance. We looked around and I saw Brooklyn stab another Russian in a suit. "I hope that wasn't your brother." We ran up and she passed out. "Actually," he said "I have no idea who this is. There are just so many Russians who wear suits, like, he could've been a garbage man or a cook at McDonalds." He started dragging the corpse while I picked up Brooklyn and walked towards the crash site. I'd need to get medical help quick and plan with the Russian. Truly, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.DAY ELEVEN
There she was in my arms... Brooklyn White. So beautiful. The Russian and I finally made it back to camp. The Russian, who's name I found out was Oleg, went over to the plane luggage and looked around. I took Brooklyn into the hospital hut and layed her down. She woke up slowly. I got her a glass of water and some of my pain pills. "Here. You're gonna need these." I continued talking as she took the pills. "We saw you stab that guy back there, which I had to say was a bad-ass move, but anyway back to the point. Out there in the rest of the world, we got World War Three, and he's helping us.""Isn't he the enemy?" she asked.
"Well, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and Wrennyn and Natalia are the enemy."
"Wrennyn? And Natalia?"
"They're trying to take over this camp, so we need all the help we can get. What do you say? Wanna join Team Hounsome?"
She thought for a moment. "Alright, I'll join your team." "Thanks Brooklyn, I knew there were sane people on the island." I let her alone to get rest and I saw Oleg come out of the wreckage with guns. "So, um, Ryan, I was going to give these back to you, but then I realized that these are Foster's." Wrennyn forgot about his own illegal arms cargo. This was perfect. "Well, I mean, these are top military grade. We might as well hand them out to people who ask for them." Oleg brought out a suitcase. "This is Osipova's. She was my real target. Once she's out of the picture, we all go home to our families before World War Three really starts kicking off." He showed me all of the things in her baggage, which only confirmed my suspicions. We discussed plans and gathered resources needed by the people. I'd have to get as much information out of Oleg without brute force. And then I saw Grant Smith. I hadn't seen him in a while and he made me so glad. I walked up to him and showed him the surfboard I made for him earlier. And as we talked, I realized that he could easily take Wrennyn's place. Maybe Grant will be the one to lead us all. Wrennyn, on the other hand, was false hope. We all agreed on no leader and no chaos, and he does the opposite. Grant would show what it really means to keep to his word and keep his calm.
DAY TWELVE
Grant was amazing at surfing! It reminded me of when my Marine buddies and I would travel back to Los Angeles and go to the beach when we were dismissed from service for the holidays. Of course, that only lasted a couple of weeks until we had to go back. After Grant was done surfing, we started talking and laughing about various things. Later, I started to walk along the beach when I saw Brooklyn."Hey Brooklyn, I was thinking about ways to get more people to join our side."
"Okay, what do you have in mind?"
"We could go around and expose Wrennyn and Natalia for who they are and convince the other survivors we're the way to go, and maybe after that we could--"
Bang!
We ventured into the forest, and we found Natalia's body. Another one bites the dust. "Well, I guess one half of the problem is fixed." Brooklyn hit my shoulder. Then we saw a pirate approach us. "We mean no harm. My name is Ryan Hounsome. This is Brooklyn White. We heard the gunshot and came to see what happened." He told us that Natalia betrayed Wrennyn and he killed her in self-defense. "Maybe we can take him out too," I whispered, but Brooklyn didn't like that. She was starting to reply when Oleg grabbed me suddenly and took me away from the forest.
"Mr. Hounsome."
"You may take Miss Osipova to Putin after I have Foster."
"She's no good to me dead."
"She might still be of use to us. What about Grant and the others?"
"They must never leave these islands. We're taking over now."
I looked over to the forest and saw a group of Russians in suits who were holding guns.
"That was never a condition of our agreement!"
"Neither was Osipova's untimely death. Perhaps you think you're being treated unfairly?"
I knew it. Never trust a Russian.
"No."
"Good. It would be unfortunate if I had to leave some of my men here."
"This deal's getting worse all the time!"
"I'm in command now, Mr. Hounsome. My men will kill the pirates, retrieve Osipova's body, and the islanders will be put under arrest. We will then crush the United States with one swift stroke."
Wrennyn had betrayed me, but he didn't deserve to die. But I still despised him for abandoning everyone. These were my people, my friends, and these Russians want to attack my country I had protected for so long. Oleg's militia had all moved deep into the forest. I rolled my eyes, unholstered my .44 Magnum, and shot him six times. I looked around and everyone was looking at me with wide eyes and open mouths.
"Boring conversation anyway." I ran to the edge of the forest. "Wrennyn, you're gonna have company!" A dark, booming storm was starting. I couldn't wait to see Wrennyn. He had to be dealt with once and for all.
DAY THIRTEEN
Wrennyn was walking towards the camp when I went to give him a "hug" and tackled him. He quickly aimed his Desert Eagle at me, but I already had my .44 Magnum aimed at his head. I could have blown his brains out like Clint Eastwood would have done, but I wasn't here to kill."Nice to see you again, Wrennyn."
It was quiet, except for the thunder and the distant gunfire. "It's, uhh... nice to see you too Ryan."
He was shaking slightly. Good, I wanted him to fear me.
"You know... Ever since you decided to leave us and hang out with your new friends out here, a lot has changed."
He interrupted me. "Ryan, it's all a big misun-"
"I don't need to hear that now... Those pirates... Natalia... That blood is all on your hands, Wrennyn."
"If I had succeeded and brought the guns back to the camp, we wouldn't be in this mess! Those Russians would be gone... And would have helped everyone. Together!"
And then I thought about Oleg. Did I fire six shots or only five? I wonder if Wrennyn feels lucky.
"Ryan... If either of us pulls the trigger... The other will die too. That is pointless." Not if I shoot first.
"True, but there would be one less snake in this world," I said as I cocked back the hammer.
"Fair enough, Ryan. Just consider it." He threw a sword towards me and it stuck itself into some mud. I pulled it out like King Arthur's sword. Except, I'm a way more stronger, more handsome version of Arthur. King Hounsome of England, now that would be nice.
"Interesting," I said as I examined the blade. Swords are child's play for me. We dropped our guns, and then we both started running at each other.
(Read Wrennyn's story for the sword fight)
(I pretty much win and hold the sword at his neck)
"Gonna kill me, Ryan? I really didn't want it to come to this. I was going to return to the camp today. I would return with a small force of pirates and boxes of weapons and supplies..."
"We needed you.. And you just left out of the blue with Natalia."
"We were working to help the camp... With or without you. It just turns out I was wrong about you. You're a good man."
"Maybe... I was wrong too." I responded. Lightning flashed above us... We both saw the shadows coming around us.
"They are over here sir." a Russian accent stated. There were four of them.
"This is the one responsible for killing Natalia." It looked like this was going to be a 2v2 fight. "Oh my god! They killed Oleg! You bastards!"
(Read Wrennyn's for the details on that fight)
"C'mon Wrennyn, we have to get out of here!" I shouted and we ran into the forest. Once again, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
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DAY FOURTEEN
Wrennyn and I were running through the forest, when all of a suddenly we were being shot at. We ducked behind a big rock and looked around. Wrennyn looked at me worryingly. "Ryan, do you have any, like, explosive weapons?" I casually looked down at the ground and picked up a grenade. "Well, there's this." "Great, use it!" I used my thumb to pull the pin, but I didn't throw it. "You know Wrennyn, I was thinking about what you said about how we'd both end up dying. Well, let's do it! Let's be martyrs!" His eyes were as big as coconuts. "RYAN!" I then threw it towards a hut, and less than a second later it exploded. Wrennyn grabbed me by my arms and looked into my eyes. "We're being shot at by pirates and Russians on a desert island with cannibals, and you're putting our lives at stake?!"I laughed a crazy laugh.
"Stay here, I'm going to get some weapons."
"Stay here, are you mad?!"
"Pretty much. Hey, fun fact: Everyone that has been under my command have always made it out alive." I then started running back to the plane crash. "Great, just effing great!" he shouted at me. I eventually got to the wreckage and found my black care package inside. I opened it, grinned an evil grin, and closed it up. As I was walking back, I looked over to where Oleg's body was. There was nothing but sand there, not even a trace of blood. "Mr. Hounsome." I looked around, but there was no one around. No sound except for gunfire and the storm. I continued walking and I felt dizzy. "Mr. Hounsome, you completed my mission." No, this voice can't be real. Oleg was dead, I killed him. Six shots. He's gone, no longer a threat to me. I eventually got to where Wrennyn was, holding onto a pirate he knew and firing a couple of shots. I crouched down and looked at him. He looked at me with a very worried face. I opened the case and set up my gun. Then I took one of his gun's bullet shells and showed him. "This is a .223 round. It's the standard round for most U.S. military rifles." I picked up one of the pirate's bullet shells. "This is the .308, the standard round for the AK-47." I took off my "gold chains" around my neck and inserted them into my minigun. "This... is a .50 caliber round." I pulled back the lever and started going to town while listening to music and whistling, as if I was cutting the grass on a Saturday morning. I found it fitting to listen to the "50 Caliber Dubstep" song while Wrennyn and I fought. While that happened, I swore Oleg was behind me giving me orders. "Carry out my work, Ryan! What is it that you Marines say again? Oh right! Ooh-rah!" "Ooh-rah!" I shouted. Then the Queen song "Don't Stop Me Now" came on. That was my jam.
"I'm a sex machine ready to reload
Like an atom bomb, about to
Oh,oh,oh,oh, oh explode!"
I hit a gas tank and a medium sized explosion erupted. The remaining Russians and pirates began to run off and I ceased fire. "Cmon... We gotta hurry if we wanna outrun reinforcements. They won't be as easy to deal with." But when I was about to get back to the others, he grabbed me by my shirt collar. See, readers, this is why I go shirtless. I get yanked back like I'm a dog on a leash. "Woah woah woah...Ryan.. The Russians are smart you know... Not sure if they told you that back in the military. They are going to head there next.. And it won't be fun."
"Alright then, Foster... what do you suggest?" He crossed his arms and nodded towards the mountain. "The high ground." Great, so now Bear Grylls here wants us to freeze off our nipples and do some sniping action. But that would mean the other people I swore to protect would be vulnerable and could possibly die. He wants to leave our camp for a second time. Didn't we just talk about this? Didn't he listen to me prior to the sword fight? I don't wanna deal with this again. "Mr. Hounsome, take the syringe." I took it out of my pocket and readied it. Wrennyn looked so confused. "What is that? What are you doing!? Ryan!"
"Do it, Mr. Hounsome! Now!" I started crying. "Wrennyn, it's happening again. They said it wouldn't, but it is!" I then stuck the needle in my neck and pushed in the liquid. "Wake me up when September ends." I saw Oleg in my mind and passed out.
(From left to right) .223 round, .308 round, .50 round
DAY FIFTEEN
"Do you know what that was?""LDI?"
"Yes, and what does it stand for?'
"Liquid Data Injector."
"Good, that knowledge shows that it is working. My memories are yours. Now, find and follow the path."
Ryan heard Oleg's voice and opened his eyes. He looked around at his location, figuring out that he somehow got up the mountain. He looked around and sure enough he found a dirt path hidden by some shrubs. He continued walking and ended up next to a big rusty pipe that traveled upwards. As he climbed upwards he realized that it smelled very terrible and there were big patches of brown slush on the sides. "Don't think about that Ryan, keep going." Oleg said in his head. As soon as Ryan got to the top, he opened the "lid" and found himself in the men's restroom. He walked around a little and found the showers. After he showered himself and cleaned his clothes, he exited the restroom and walked quietly down the balcony. He looked down and saw several people sitting around a big, green table. They were laughing and passing money around, and some looked at a screen with video of the survivors. "I get it, it's colored to look like a casino table because they're gambling our lives." Oleg appeared next to him in his mind. "What do you plan on doing Hounsome?" Ryan looked over the railing and saw a man with grey hair and a grey suit, sitting in a fancy chair next to a bunch of controls. The man started to talk.
"The moment the show is over and we have a winner we will be able to start a new show. The next round of passengers will be stranded in a ghost town in a desert." He could hear that the man was French. "My plan is simple." Ryan stated. He leaned back and rested his back on a wall, unaware that his back hit the intercom button. "Nobody knows that we're here. I shall drop down and aim at the leader. You will come from the side and back me up." The French man in his chair listened as the others listened and stopped moving. Ryan then jumped off the balcony, rolled, and aimed his pistol at the grey suited man. "Get 'em up you French ponce!" The French man slowly raised his hands and smiled.
"Mr. Hounsome, what an unexpected surprise. We're gobsmacked."
"Surprises are my speciality, thank you Frenchie!"
"So I guess you know the true nature of what happens here and why your friends are dying off?"
The LDI was kicking in and Ryan was seeing many pieces of information and pictures flash into his memory.
"Well, it seems your time has ended on the island. Goodbye."
"Oleg!" Oleg appeared, and Ryan saw that Oleg was running up some stairs undetected.
"Yes, I'm afraid you killed him. So sorry."
"Not so fast, Frenchie. You may have taken me, but you'll never take the lives of the survivors. Not as long as there is breath in my body, or a bullet in my gun."
Ryan pulled the trigger, but the only object that came out was brown sludge.
The French guy sat there surprised. "Well, Mr. Hounsome, I'm going to miss you. Really, I am." He turned towards his guards and ordered them to take him away. Ryan ran as fast as he could up the staircase where he saw Oleg go and he got back onto the balcony. He ran up and hid behind a huge theater curtain. He needed to show physical evidence to the others, but what? "Shall we proceed with the crowning, sir?" Ryan looked down and saw a religious man holding an expensive and shiny crown. He looked around and held onto a rope while listening to the religious man.
"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost..." Ryan gripped tight to the rope and swung himself forward.
"I crown you..."
Ryan was directly above the French man and let go of the rope. He fell behind the French man, which pushed him out of the chair and Ryan into the chair.
"King."
The people and the guards stood there in awe. Ryan didn't even know what his plan was, but it somehow worked. He shifted his gaze up and saw the crown on his head. He looked at the French guy on the ground, who looked furious. Ryan looked at the controls and pressed a big red button labeled Island Microphone.
"My fellow islanders... I think I found a bigger and louder megaphone."
"GET HIM!" the French man shouted. Ryan started climbing the rope fast. The guards shot at him, breaking the glass behind the rope. He swung forward and back, then let go to smash through the window and escape. He rolled down for a while and landed on someone. Ryan looked around and saw Wrennyn on the ground, his eyes closed in disappointment. Ryan got up and helped him up. Wrennyn just kept his eyes closed and spoke slowly.
"Are you alright, sir?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I managed to land on something soft."
"That was me sir."
"Ah, good."
"Ryan, I don't have time to… ask questions" Wrennyn opened his eyes and saw the crown.
"You know, you buy a BK kids' meal, you get a crown."
"We have to get to the submarine and get out of here with the others."
"A submarine? Well, that won't be too hard to steer us to safety."
"But we need to plan first."
"Agreed, but make it quick. There's an evil French guy after me."
DAY SIXTEEN
I looked up at Wrennyn and he nodded. It was time for revenge for this stupid survival show. All we needed to do is get in, stop the show, and claim the submarine to get us all off of the island."Ready, Wrennyn?" I asked.
"Let's do this" he responded. I took his shoulder and stared at the cave.
This was it. The big moment of truth. But if he were to die, I couldn't let him without saying a few kind words beforehand.
"Wrennyn... before we do this... I want you to know that you really have helped the camp." He nodded and responded.
"Thank you, Ryan. You have been a good friend." I nodded. He walked forward and pushed the curtain aside, walking up to the door and he waited for my order. Wait, if there was a perfectly good door here, why did Oleg have me go up the sewage pipe? I heard him call out "Because I didn't think you'd do it. That was hilarious!" Anyways, it had been a long time since I had done a Spec Op mission like this. Aah, the nostalgia. And my abs.
"Now." I stated, raising my gun as Wrennyn kicked in the door. We rushed into the same room as the day before. He advanced to the door and pulled a facemask up over his mouth and nose. I put on my Joker bank robbery mask and continued walking in. There were a lot more guards than I remembered. Everyone was partying except for the French guy, who was trying to locate us. We went down the stairs and took our positions. "The King's back baby!” I shouted. That's when I killed the French man and the fighting began.
The scene was terrible. If these people weren't trying to kill me, I would have tried to have them survive on the island. "Ryan we have to get to the sub!" Wrennyn yelled. A security breach alarm was going off and the monitors showed a countdown.
"Here! I'll cover you! Run over and climb up!" I yelled, taking out the guards close to killing Foster. He ran and jumped onto the ladder, causing the sub to sway back and forth. Bullets ricocheted against the metal hull. "Stop putting holes in my ship!” I proclaimed and took out some more guards.
"Ryan! it's locked!!" I guess he was a Muggle, or else he would use the Alohomora spell. (R.I.P Alan Rickman aka Snape)
"Get up here and help me! I'll cover you." Can't rely on anyone these days. You gotta do everything yourself. I ran from my cover and climbed up to the hatch. T minus 30. I wasn't concerned about the time as much as I wondered what would happen at 0. Wrennyn fired wildly as I used my strength to pry open the hatch. He screamed in pain and fell down, holding his gut.
"Wrennyn!!" I shouted. The wound looked pretty bad. I tried helping him in my little experiences as a medic, but we were still being fired at. T minus 10 seconds. He used his remaining strength to cover me as I went Hulk mode and pried off the bolt. I shoved the bolt into my abs, crushing it into metal powder. The submarine was starting to sink into the water. I shoved him in first as smoothly as possible and then I got in, securing the hatch. The submarine shook violently and we sank into the sea. I steered the sub outwards as he grabbed his gut.
"I'll make it... we can get this fixed later... for now we need to worry about taking this submarine back." I wiped a tear from my eye and he wiped tears from his eyes.
"We did this for the others, Ryan... this was worth it. We're halfway there.." But that wasn't why I was crying. I was crying because I realized that there was a shipment of Doritos on the plane we could have all shared. He tore the sleeves off his shirt and made himself a bandage. (R.I.P Wrennyn's Dress Shirt)
He took off his ruined shirt and tossed it to the side.
“Welcome to the shirtless clan!” I announced and used my remaining Hulk adrenaline to rip off my shirt. It was nice seeing him smile in such a bad situation. But I got serious again. “You're right, Wrennyn... we're halfway there." I sat down and opened a drawer. Gold Beats by Dr. Avian, the best rapper to ever live. Aww yeah! I took off my mask and studied it. The mask did the crime, not me. Oleg did the crime, not me. Wrennyn did the crime, not me. I put on my crown and steered us around the island.
DAY SEVENTEEN
"We surrender." The man stated as we stormed the sub's control room. "Yeah, no shit." I said as I pulled workers out of their chairs and onto the floor."You two... bring up the names of the other survivors on the island. Then I want the locations and bios of each of them." Foster was starting to give orders. "Ok, everyone sit on your hands." I said. The two men started to work while the others looked at me. "Hey, any of you guys know if you have a pool table on this sub? You guys do? Okay, we're definitely all playing later!"
Everyone in the room was listening to the bios as they went off. First was Sanders. I gave the air a pelvic thrust, signalling that Wrennyn should go out with her.
Brooklyn White... Well, I haven't seen her in a while. Ember Simmons was a woman somewhere on the island, turned out to be a criminal. Grant Smith! He was still alive after all of these days, thank God!
"Lt. General Ryan Hounsome- A 41 year old Marines Lieutenant General, also head-to-head pornstar rival with Ron Jeremy. Currently on our submarine."
Wrennyn looked over at me slowly. I didn't know what to say. "So if your butt is round, and you want a triple X throw down, call 1-900 MIX ALOT and shake them nasty thoughts, baby got back. Little in the middle but she got much back, little in the middle but she got much back,..." Everyone in the room started laughing. Then Foster's name appeared.
"Oh... shit okay you can stop now.. we don't need t-"
"Wrennyn Grant Foster- A 22 year old arms dealer that has several warrants out for his arrest. Currently on our submarine."
The room went silent. I looked over at him. Weapons dealing at such a young age? I guess that's why he's so good with military-grade weapons. He smiled uncomfortably and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Gather the workers aboard this submarine and lock 'em up. This is a technology based sub so it looks like there aren't many people aboard." After searching the ship, I was finally able to find the cells and lock up the sailors. Then after wandering around the different rooms I got back to the control room.
"All taken care of. Tadaaa!!! We all live in a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine, a large scary grey submarine." Wrennyn laughed and walked towards the door.
"Rest up Hounsome... we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow we will reunite the living..."
I found the living quarters and fell asleep in one of the beds, the closest thing to a real bed in weeks.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=h9iI9wse6jc
Here's a picture of me in the Marines...
This was when I was stationed at Area 51 during my time with the Spec Ops. It was windy that day, hence the messed up hair.
Hounsome. Ryan Hounsome. Half-Brit Prince...
Remember that one time I got us food? Good times.
DAY EIGHTEEN
Crack! "Nice break, Wrennyn. Soon you'll be playing with the best players... that is, if you can beat me." I said as I applied the blue chalk to my pool cue. We both laughed and I stepped up for my turn. I was going after the stripes. "So, uh, Ryan... how long have you been part of the... industry." I was distracted. All I heard was him asking how long. "9 and 3/4 inches." I said as I played my turn. I scored a ball in the corner pocket and looked over, his mouth open. "Impressed with my skills?" "No, my mouth is open because I asked how long in the industry. Not... you know." "Oh..." I replied, trying not to laugh. "Well, I joined when I was 18. Same age I was when I joined the Marines." The monotone AI voice began to speak. "Mr. Smith and Ms. Sanders have passed on. Unknown cause of death." "Why don't you know the cause of death?" The voice got angry. "Because you blew up our fucking base!" It then played Jesse Pinkman's voice saying Bitch! No no no this can't be right. Grant didn't die, no way in hell. He was a strong, smart, 17-year-old. I went to the monitors and looked at the live video while Wrennyn went somewhere else. Grant was just laying there. I never got to tell him how he was like a son to me. I never got to say good-bye. Wrennyn walked in later and started looking through some files. He opened one, and it was a video of Osipova giving him a Russian STD. No, Wrennyn, when I said go hunt for crabs, I meant bring us food. The video was like watching a James Bond parody. I'd rate it 2/10, would gag again. Well, it was time to screw with him and get some laughs in. "Good job Wrennyn!" The look on his face was priceless. "Not cool Ryan!" he shouted as he turned off the screen. He's not getting away that easily. "What? It's perfectly natural. It's how the next generation is made." I said to him as I followed him to the server room. Now to mentally disturb him. "I actually see some true potential there, Wren... Maybe you should come by my loft a-" "NO! HELL! FUCKING! NO!" Looks like it worked. He burst open the door and smashed his hard drive along with Natalia's. He then walked out. "Squidward, that wasn't the peace treaty, that was a copy of the peace treaty." I said as I transferred every person's data to my remote office. The government and the people needed to know what happened here... and I could upload that video to social media.Much later, Wrennyn had the crew pull the sub up to the island while I stood on the roof with my crown, admiring the island. I jumped down, pressed the megaphone's button, and spoke. "COME AND GET YOUR SALVATION!! A FREE TRIP OFF OF THIS ISLAND. NEXT STOP, DISNEYLAND!!" Using the angles of the cameras from before, I was able to locate the bodies of Adrianna and Grant. I gave them a proper burial next to the tree where they first met, facing them towards the sunset. On the tree I carved Adrianna's name. For Grant, well, I stuck the surfboard I made him into the sand and carved his name into that. I gave their graves a salute and walked away respectfully. As King of the Island, I decided to bestow knighthood to them.
DAY NINETEEN
"We can't wait here any longer captains." The worker replied."Fine... Bring up the walkway and start heading for the battleship." I ordered. I guess Brooklyn can stay by herself. She never liked us anyways, so why should we help her? I would have stuffed her into a torpedo chamber and fire her off towards the battleship if she boarded and started nagging. Saggy Naggy.
"Ryan there is no way we can take them from a distance. We have to find another way."
"We don't really have that choice right now. We can make due with what we have... I have come out victorious in fights much harder than this." Hasn't Wrennyn ever thought of just sailing casually without starting more unnecessary violence?
"Maybe we can use both of our tactics." He suggested. I stared at the battleship. Damn, I still forgot those Doritos. If Brooklyn gets her hands on those, there will be hell to pay.
"How do you suggest we do that?" I asked. He sat there like the famous thinking man statue.
"If we can manage to pull the sub close and attack in close quarters... We could probably take it, but the problem is that they would wipe out a lot of our guys without some sort of distraction. That is where you come in."
"I'm listening."
"Okay... So I'll stand on top of the boat and raise a white flag... False flag technique, dirty, but effective. Then when the two vessels are side by side you will fire all of the missiles aboard this sub and hit key points on the deck! This will give us the advantage we want. We'll open up the side doors and have all of our people board the ship, basically unloading on their forces. At that point it'll be a balanced fight."
"Damn... never saw you as the strategist type. Pretty clever plan."
"Thanks Ryan."
"You're welcome. Now continue your plan..." I started humming the Bromance song to myself as I listened.
"Oh! Yes!" He laughed and stood back up. "So then you and I will board while the firefight rages around us. I mean guns blaring, explosions around us. The goddamn haze of war. We sneak below deck and then split up. I'll head for the bridge of the battleship and you peruse around the bottom levels... Look for anything still holding their operation together and just... fuck it up. When we're done and the fight is over... Meet me back on the sub..."
Lucky for Wrennyn, I always go to the bottom levels. (Yes, that was a dirty joke.)
So we pulled up and launched everything we had and boarded. For such a large ship, there weren't a lot of people working below decks. "Probably all fearing the Wrath of Wrennyn." As I got to the lowest deck, I turned to go down a hallway when I noticed that there was a sleeping guard. I snuck up to him and took his keycard to open the secure door. The guy's name was Swindells. He looked cool so I didn't disturb him. Along both walls were cells, all empty except for one. There sat Oleg, wearing an orange jumpsuit with his arm around a woman.
"What are you doing here Oleg? Shouldn't you be, like, on a mission or something?"
"I am dead, my friend! I am happy with woman in cell. She tell me about island. Keep going, you'll find some surprises."
I continued walking and there it was. Beautiful women who were ready to party.
"Hello hello hello!"
"Hi Ryan!"
Oh my god, they know my name! We all had a group hug and they took selfies with me.
"Ryan, please come back to the States!"
"Oh believe me, I'll try as soon as I can."
That's when the party started Champagne was passed around, we started dancing, and we had a great time. So this is what a bachelor party is like. Why did Wrennyn want to destroy this ship again? After a couple of hours of hardcore partying it was time to go.
"Bye Ryan! Visit us soon!"
"Oh, we will! Both me and my muscles!"
They laughed as I left. I looked back to Oleg's cell, but it was empty. I smiled and continued down the hallway.
"Sorry Swindells," I said to myself, "I'm gonna need to borrow this keycard for a long time." I realized that he had awoken, but he was busy writing down music as he jammed out. (Only Mr. Swindells will know what I’m referencing) Then I got to the deck. There were dead people and flames and the deck had holes in it. And on top of the sub was Wrennyn laying on the roof. I jumped from the railing and landed close to him. He looked like a sunbather. “Rise and shine Wrennyn!” He opened one eye, looked at me and closed it. He then took a knife and slightly poked me in my abs. The knife bent at a 90° angle. For some reason the poke hurt my abs, and I grabbed them and shouted “My babies!” I would have to do some sit-ups to strengthen them.
If you haven’t already, read my comment over at Brooklyn’s page. And no, I’m not who you think I am… Play this while we vote Mr. S:
DAY TWENTY
This is my take on what happened.
"Goodbye Foster."
"Bye Hounsome."
And with the stab to his heart he let out an insane laugh and then fell silent. I started to walk to the hatch.
"This isn't over Ryan."
I turned around surprised, walked back, and stabbed him five times in semi-rapid succession. He fell back onto the roof.
Silence.
I started to walk back again.
"This is only the beginning."
"For fuck's sake, die already!" I cried and shot him in the head several times.
I accidently shot him in the neck and his head came off, still showing a happy face. Now THAT is what I call a Wilson.
Stage 1: Shock
"Why Wrennyn? Why would you betray me like that? I hunted him like it was Wrennyn Season!"
Stage 2: Denial
"It's okay, it's fine. He's in a better place, frolicking in a field and hula-hooping with Grant and the others!"
Stage 3: Anger
"If you didn't betray me, we could have made it! You, me, and Brooklyn could have gotten off the island together! But no, you just had to try and kill me!"
Stage 4: Bargaining
"God, please send Wrennyn and the others back. They didn't deserve to die! If you bring them back, I can take everyone back to Florida and we'll forget this all happened. Whaddya say?"
Stage 5: Guilt
"I could have told those pilots to turn around. But no, I trusted our lives with them. I knew they looked suspicious."
Stage 6: Depression
"There's no way to get out of this one. He's dead. And now it's just me and her."
Stage 7: Acceptance
"Well, it was great to know Wrennyn as a friend. I'll miss him and the others."
I looked at the island, now mostly deserted. There was a single person on the beach, just standing there.
"Go to her Ryan."
I looked back and saw Wrennyn's spirit floating there, smiling as usual.
"But how will we get off the island?"
"I called in a helicopter. It has enough fuel to take you away from this nightmare."
"Oh Wrennyn, why did you have to die?"
"I was overconfident."
"Because you forgot a little tiny detail... I'm Lieutenant General Ryan Hounsome! So, how's the afterlife?"
"There is a Heaven, and everyone is here. But I came back to guide you. Now go to her and help her get home."
That's when I realized that we would be leaving today. I went below deck and shaved my face. My beautiful face. That's when Wrennyn appeared again.
"Hey Ryan, do you want to be haunted?"
"No, not really. Why would I say yes?"
"So, you'd do something to repay for my death. Something like..." and he told me what I didn't want to hear.
I stood in the shadows, ashamed of what happened. After a couple of minutes I saw Brooklyn pass by.
"Hello Clarice."
She practically jumped out of her shoes.
"Oh, it's you. Where's the other half of the Dumb and Dumber duo?"
"Dead."
"So, the bromance comes to a conclusion. What'd you do, betray him?" she joked.
"He betrayed me!" I said angrily, slowly stepping towards her. "I had no choice, he was on the offensive and I was forced to act on my part!"
She was beginning to see me more easily.
"Ryan, what the hell happened to your face?"
"It's time we get off this island once and for all." I was getting closer to her. She pulled out her gun and aimed it at me.
"Why shouldn't I kill you now?"
"Think of it like this. You kill me now, I don't have to deal with what I've done and you end my suffering here on Earth. Don't kill me, keep your clean record, and as long as I live I regret my decisions and hate myself until I die off from old age."
"Seems legit. But why did you do that to your face?" She got up close and examined "them".
"Don't you see? I don't care about the nonexistent beauty. I don't care about my muscles. They don't mean anything to me anymore. But these remind me what I did and what I lost... Do you remember how we first met?"
"No, come to think of it, I don't know why I'm associated with you at all."
The helicopter came into view and flew very fast towards us. They got down to a hover over the sand and got out.
"Mr. Foster?"
"Yeah, sure, that's me."
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Sure." I signed it and got into the pilot's seat as she got into the copilot's seat.
"Willow Rayne Wumbo."
"What about her?"
"That's how we met. You escaped from the cave and found me while I searched for her mother.”
She sat there thinking as the helicopter rose, and then we were off. This was a strange helicopter, for there was no autopilot or safety features. I started to feel my face and looked at the setting sun. “You know, one day these will heal and turn into scars. But my conscience will never heal.
CONGRATS BROOKLYN!